𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔

Chapter |33| The Truth Hurts

K I A R A ' S   P.O.V

Okay so I've got socks, a toothbrush, shoes, make up, clothes, lingerie and what else...

My thoughts trailed off as I searched the room, until my eyes finally landed on an unopened box lying on my dresser.

Fuck, should I pack them? What if he got the wrong idea? What if he got the right idea? I mean, we've been together for nearly two months now. I guess it was time, and I was horny as fuck, but then again he would probably have this own and I was on birth control.

I stuffed them in one of my drawer and then quickly zipped up my bag. I walked over to my bed and grabbed my purse and all the shit I would need for the flight. A book, my earphones, wallet, passport.

I was ready, all I needed to do now was tell the truth.

The door was suddenly pushed open. I attempted to shove the suitcase under the bed but it was too late, he'd already walked in.

"Are you going somewhere?" Tristan drawled, staring at my Gucci suitcase. I sighed in defeat. I guess telling Tristan could be practice for later.

"Uh yeah it's sort of a last minute graduation present." I muttered, watching as he closed the door and walked further into my room.

"Oh where are you going?" I closed my eyes for a moment and braced myself.

"Paris." His head shot up, and a sad smile graced his face.

"Paris was always going to be our first trip together, remember?"

Ever since I fell in love, it's been my dream to go to Paris with my significant other. I just always thought that person would be Tristan, you know. We would spend our morning cuddled up in bed, eat croissants whilst staring out at the Seine and then fuck all night long.

Plans change though.

"Of course I remember. It was my dream."

"So who are you going with? Tessa?" He mumbled causally, sitting down besides me.

"Uh no actually Aaron bought the tickets." I stared at the ground, my fingers fiddling with the zip on my top. I found myself breathing heavily, like I was about to have a fucking panic attack or something.

"Wow...that's actually really romantic. Huh, Aaron has changed. I never could have expected him to do this." He seemed to be lacking to himself but I could hear each word clearly.

"So, you're not angry? Because I really don't want to leave with you angry at me." He chuckled.

"Don't worry I'm not angry. I'm pissed at myself for not thinking of it, I mean...how the fuck does Aaron Black do this? In all the years I've know, which is practically my whole life, he's never done something so extravagant for anyone. You must be really special to him." I smiled, reaching over to grab his hand. He flinched at first but his tight hold softened slightly, allowing me to squeeze his hand.

"How long are you going for?" He murmured.

"A week, so don't miss me too much." I teased, earning a laugh.

"So, what? Are you going to tell your dad you're staying at Tessa's?"

Taking a deep breath, I shook my head. "It's time I told the truth. About everything, I don't want to start a new relationship based on lies again."

"Everything? Even about us?" He sounded scared, which was reasonable. My dad was a terrifying man, but I prayed my mum could help me calm him down. She always did.